Saturday, March 6, 2010
For a day and a night I dreamed of you,
rambling thoughts of all I knew.
Another day, another night,
next came pain against delight.
Could this be my own desire,
in a drowning pool, winter's fire?
Should I hold my thoughts apart,
can I resist my burning heart?
Oh come to me and take my hand,
lay with me on the burning sand.
Against the sky we'll paint our names,
and of no desire we shall refrain.